Today is a celebration of life. That’s the case for me every year on this particular date. I’ve had this one marked on my calendar for a long time. The day of August 29th is a day of remembrance, a day of reality and a day I’ll never forget.

If you only read one thing that I ever write, please let it be this “real life” post. It’s from my heart and something that means so much to me that I truly cannot pen all of my emotions. This is my story of a serious, life-altering, scary, unique portion of my life in 1991.

“Through Baseball Comes Survival”

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Many things in life we feel we have control over. We can prepare, practice, and do repetitive things over and over in anticipation. But for some things, to use a sports analogy, the ball is taken from you on the mound and the remaining innings are out of your control. Life has an interesting even flow to it. Some people get dealt a great hand and some have what seems like never-ending bad luck. But it’s when adversity strikes and you bounce back with a resounding effort to turn the tables in your direction, when you can really appreciate something for what it is.

I will always remember the date of August 29th for one main reason: Survival.

This may come as a shock to some of you that read this, but I am a childhood cancer survivor. It was on this date in 1991, that I had the life-changing procedure to remove a grapefruit sized tumor from my body. This day reminds me of all the things I have been blessed with in life.

I was diagnosed in April 1991 with a malignant Ewing’s Sarcoma tumor located near my spine. At the time, I was 7 years old with no idea of what cancer was. I was under the idea that “I’m sick and Children’s Hospital is going to make me better.” I was just getting ready for my 2nd year of T-ball. First grade was ending. All I wanted to do was play Super Mario Bros. 3. I’ll never forget how people looked at me as if I was going to die.

I was in and out of Children’s Hospital in Seattle for a year and a half. My first surgical procedure happened within days of being diagnosed. The doctors wanted to take a biopsy to see how to combat the disease; I was in for a very bumpy ride that summer.

1st Grade T-Ball – About 5 weeks before I was diagnosed

I went through one year of chemotherapy (pre and post-op). I had 3 months of radiation therapy following my August 1991 surgery. I went through 6 different surgeries, including the tumor biopsy, the removal of the tumor, attempting to fuse 6 vertebrae on my spine, putting in/removing the chemotherapy “access line” in my chest, and the last surgery that ultimately structured my severely weakened spinal chord area with metal rods. Only 4 of the 6 vertebrae fused correctly, one of the reasons why I still have a 6-inch steel rod in my back today.

At that tender age, grasping a sickness such as cancer was unfathomable. The mind doesn’t understand or process that magnitude. I was told I was sick but what did that mean? Go home in a few days? No, unfortunately not. But there was one key thing that got me through the countless hours of being too weak to do anything except lay in bed. That one thing? Baseball.

Ken Griffey Jr. burst onto the scene in 1989 for the Seattle Mariners, so by the time the 1991 season rolled around in April (when I was diagnosed), baseball is all I could think of. Being a child in Seattle in the early 90’s, you cherished Griffey as more than an idol, he was simply a way of life. I wanted to be outside playing wiffle ball in the backyard with my brother and my big red “fat bat”.

From what I can remember, when the M’s were on TV, that’s what was on at my house. It was cartoons from 3 to 4 PM and baseball was on sometime after that. Not all the M’s games were on TV back then so you had to savor them. However, there was this special and exciting team that seemed to be on everyday and was the perfect lead-up to a Mariners game: the Atlanta Braves. TBS would carry what seemed like every game at the time and I soaked it up like a sponge. Guys like David Justice, Ron Gant, and Terry Pendleton were close seconds to Junior, Alvin Davis, and Randy Johnson. The “Tomahawk Chop” was becoming the big thing at Atlanta Fulton County Stadium; I lived for it.I can remember lying in my bed and being ravaged from the chemotherapy when the Braves played the Twins in the 1991 World Series. I can remember Kirby Puckett hitting a HR to win Game 6 like it was yesterday. I’ll never know how I managed to stay awake for long periods of time during that whole ordeal, but something inside me knew “if baseball is on, you ain’t missing it”. The Braves lost that World Series but they gave me something to believe in, something to fight for, something to come back for next season. Baseball kept me going.

Friends and family members would come to see me in the hospital. I’m sure it was a very hard thing for them to see. Many would bring gifts. Some would be coloring books, or sticker albums, things that would help “take my mind off of being sick”. But there was one thing that I loved more than anything at that time: opening wax packs of baseball cards.

They’d come by the boxful; one after another. A baseball card collector’s dream come true. I’m pretty sure I had the entire Topps 1991 set 10-times over. I would sort them by team, then by name (A-Z) and ultimately that became my source of literature. To this day, I know for a fact that baseball cards are a reason I have such a good memory when it comes to sports statistics.

There are so many stories and so many people that had an impact on everything I went through… it’s tough to really start in one area.

I’ll never forget Dr. Conrad at Seattle Children’s Hospital who performed my surgeries and helped assure my family that I was in the best hands possible.

I will never forget a summer car wash sponsored in my honor in Kenmore, WA to help raise money for my doctor bills when I had used up all of my dad’s insurance coverage.

I will never forget Ms. Goldaide’s 6th grade classroom at my elementary school that raised money to buy me a new Nintendo when they found out mine was breaking down.

I’ll never forget Janis Blair. I was too sick to go to school and was home schooled for all of 2nd grade. Her understanding, kindness, and warm nature will always stick with me.
I will never forget the other sick kids I lived with at CHMC. Some made it like I did, and sadly, others did not. It’s a dreamlike feeling at 7/8 years old, finding out a kid that had a bed 15-feet away from you the night before, had died overnight. These were mind-blowing experiences. Experiences that in a way, mentally, made me grow up quickly; a lot quicker than most.

I wish I could go back and thank every person that had an impact on my survival. The doctors, the nurses, the charity workers, and anybody related to Children’s Hospital.

Mariners 1st Baseman Pete O’Brien and I – Summer 1991

The friends of the family: their support, thoughts, prayers, and gifts, helped in more ways than they will ever know. My family was my heart and soul.

I was announced cancer-free in 1993. At times I have dodged discussing my battle with cancer. Many of my friends, co-workers, classmates, etc. throughout the years had no idea I was ever sick and/or the severity of what it was. It’s not something I have been ashamed of, but at the same token, it’s not something I have wanted to sit around and have a discussion of “all about me”.

But on this date, I feel I can tell the world and have no real doubts about it. Cancer did not beat me, I beat it. I am thankful for everyday that I am here. I was given a second chance. That’s something I live by and am reminded of all the time.

As the late great Coach Jim Valvano said just months before cancer took his life: “Cancer can take away all my physical abilities. It cannot touch my mind, it cannot touch my heart and it cannot touch my soul. And those three things are going to carry on forever.”

Thanks for letting me be who I am and sharing this special day of survival with you.

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(After you’ve read the story above, continue on to my new commentary below. Thanks! – Chris)

The stats were against me. The stats said I shouldn’t make it. The stats said I wasn’t long for this world. But you know what, the stats were wrong.

The cancer that almost ended me fell short of its goal. It did not defeat me… I defeated it. Every single August 29th since then, this day has marked an anniversary for me. An anniversary that reminds me that I’m here. An anniversary of the pain I went through. An anniversary of the worst thing that ever happened to me, being vanquished from my body.

When I reflect back upon what I had to go through, it numbs me. I can and will still shed a tear when I look at certain pictures for more than a few seconds. I’m lucky to be alive. I’m blessed. “You gotta swim, swim for your life, swim for the music that saves you. When you’re not so sure you’ll survive, you gotta swim, and swim when it hurts. The whole world is watching, you haven’t come this far to fall off the Earth.”

I’m still here for a reason. Whether you contribute my survival to science, divine intervention, or luck, that’s totally up to you, and labeling a “reason” shouldn’t matter on a day like this. A day like this should be about the big picture; life as a whole. Don’t take things for granted. Life is so precious and we have only one chance of blazing a trail and leaving our impact on other lives and society. I want to help. I want to impact lives. I want my story to inspire people to never ever quit.

In order for me to understand all my emotions from being a childhood cancer survivor, I had to go about finding inner-peace. I learned that you can’t live in the past and that it can be really tough sometimes to keep living and fighting, but it will get better. You will find the light from within the dark. The scars are just scars and yes, that it’s time to move on.

Not everybody can be saved by shear willpower, but if you let a disease take over your mind, you’ve lost the good fight. You must be strong, you must believe, you must fight back. Life throws us curveballs. We’ll foul off some, we’ll watch some whiz by, and some of them we’ll put into play. Timing is everything. But with the time we have, make the most of it.

If you have gotten this far, I appreciate your time and support. It took me quite awhile to be able to “put myself out there” with my story. Who knows, maybe I learn how to draw and turn this all into a children’s book for childhood cancer patients.

If this is your first read, thank you. I hope you can find some encouraging things from it. If you know somebody with cancer, please forward this posting along to him or her. If I can provide even the smallest amount of encouragement or strength, then writing this has paid an amazing and humbling dividend.

20 years ago today my cancerous tumor was removed and not a day goes by without the ramifications of it impacting me. I hurt, I’m limited, I’ll have some roads to cross in the years to come. But at the end of the day, I’m here with all of you, blazing my trail and that’s what matters.

You are an inspiration. Alot of people say, “pro sports don’t mean a thing” but little do they realize that for a 7 year old, going through what you were going through, was your salvation. I’m originally from Washington State. San Diego now and the Rady’;s Children hospital is incredible as I am sure the one up there is too. You couldn’t have been at a better place. And thank God..Thank you for sharing your story. HAPPY CELEBRATION TO LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for your amazing words, Jan! I appreciate the support of you not only reading my blog but understanding the emotions that come with. I thank God every single day I am here and I want to continue to help impact lives for now and the foreseeable future.

My brother and I were “fighting” and he kicked me in my back. The pain was unbelievable. I went to a local clinic and they diagnosed me with a “deep bruise”. The pain became too much and finally my mom took me a chiropractor who advised to get me to Children’s ASAP!

Stumbled onto this blog through a friend’s fb link. I am a fellow childhood cancer survivor (also presenting as a tumor near my spine), and I just feel that I have to tell you how much I loved this post. You found the perfect words to describe your experience, and your candor and attitude are inspiring. I have six more years until my 20th, and I look forward celebrating my ‘anniversary’ with the same kind of joy you so clearly share with the world. Thank you!

You are such an inspiration Mr. Boyd. This isn’t my first time reading your story. And I know it won’t be my last. But each time I do, it brings tears to my eyes. Not sad tears. HAPPY tears. You kicked cancer’s ass & grew up to be such an amazing person. Never stop sharing your story. ❤

I always knew that “you’re the man” Boyd, but now I’m beginning to understand why. Very big of you to lay yourself out like an open book. I truly appreciate your words and your outlook on this subject and your experience. I’ve seen both sides of cancer with a couple family members and a few friends. It’s always hard, and that’s why hearing your strength is so important. Love it man… absolutely love it!

Thanks Andy! Cancer is so devastating and obviously an alarm for many concerns. But I say this, when it becomes defeated, it’s life-changing in so many ways. I live a charmed and blessed existence and I want to never take anything for granted.

I am so glad to have found this blog – and so appreciative that you took the time to put it out there. My 8 month old baby boy was diagnosed with an ‘undifferentiated spinal sarcoma’ about a month ago. basically it’s a tumour in his spine which they cant identify properly at this point. He has had major surgery on his spine to remove some of the tumour, has begun chemotherapy, will need more surgery, more chemo and ultimately radiotherapy. Hopefully after that lot is finished in a year or so, my son will also become a childhood cancer survivor. Fortunately he is too yound to remember much about it when he is older, though I am recording our journey in my own blog, http://realliferollercoaster.blogspot.com . If you have a few minutes, please take a look.

Finding your experience has helped me see this fro a different angle, and made me think more about the chances of getting through it all, even if that thought only lasts a short time before going back to dealing with the situation we are in right now.

Thank you for sharing your story with me, Paul. It is incredibly humbling and incredible to share this with you. Cancer is so incredibly nasty, but we can feed off of one another with positive vibes and see our way through this darkness. I wish your family nothing but the absolutely best. We may be complete strangers, but we fight together. Always. Give your son my best! – Chris

Dear Mr. Boyd,
I am so glad that you are still here to write your blog. My daughter
Alex was diagnosed on August 29th. The cancer had already metastasized to her lungs. About 12 hrs before she was to check into the hospital to start chemo she aspirated on a tiny piece of food she was eating that caused her to go into respiratory failure. While she was on a respirator she contracted a pneumonia caused by the Pseudomonas bacteria. Several antibiotics were tried, however she never recovered. She passed away on Oct 6 and we laid her to rest on Oct 12. she was 16. The only peace I have is knowing that she is no longer suffering and that there are survivors.
The one lesson that I have learned from this is to no longer ask why. Even though there are no dumb questions. It doesnt help to ask when there are no answers.

Becky, I am so sorry to hear about your loss. I look forward to the day a cure is found for this terrible disease. I appreciate you contacting me. Thank you for reading my story and even if it touched you the slightest bit, that’s more than I could ever ask for.

I have read your story and it has touched my heart. Gene therapy in coming up to at least try to minimize the tumour. I am biological scientist and we are looking into using suicide gen therapy to kill this nasty tumour, Hopefully it will be out there sometime, as it is till in clinical trial. it worked it mice so lets hope it might be given to people who are in the last stages.

You are very brave and an inspiration. Your blog came up when I was reading for my lecture notes on Ewing sarcoma. I hope you are doing fine now. And God bless you with health and happiness.

I was at your house to do a duct cleaning and noticed your awards and decided to lok you up on the Web and see what you did to earn them. I came across your article on you childhood and more specifically on surviving cancer. The aticker was inspiring and really made me reflect on what I have and to be thankful. Thank you for that. Sometime in life we need to be reminded that allthough life can be hard other have it tougher and even if life is really tough we can prosper. gladys had a good family and frienfs and sports to get you through the tough times.thanks for inspiring words. Jason